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Call me poet for I wander lost byways Of mortality and mind, Gathering cast off Images and impressions, Stowed away willy-nilly In the pack upon my back Where a genie resides Transmuting piles of Fleeting flowing realities, Binding them to print, Random words pretending To be poetry. • Donovan Baldwin

I’m feeling good I want to play But he’s asleep Worked hard today! I let down my hair But you don’t see So I’m writing poetry Alone! Alone gives me time A quiet writing space A stranger appears A master, a writer. Connected in words Conjuring heat Kindred twisted egos Happy to meet! This feels good Posing for his pen …I look around I’m still alone!

In peacefulness My feet press into Earth’s crust Feeling its heartbeat As in a trance My eyes take in The wondrous vision Of fall’s display Uplifted by the melodious Choir of birds  A glorious sonata of Many voices uplifted I never tire nor thirst Feeding upon nature Wrapping me in warmth As it was intended

At time the world Moves around In circles that Confound me Open my eyes To see, I’m different Always heard music And danced to it Knowing nobody understood I don’t care I’m different I think in colors Sing responses Rhyme phrases Move in dance steps I love myself I’m different Every now and then Someone notices My aura catches their eye My song appeals  My dance entices Come join me In a perfect world I’d glide without friction Love wholeheartedly Laught always Sing loudly Write freely I can’t wait to find My perfect place Where my special Talents are Cherished and  Encouraged Oh wait, it’s here on ArtsKeeper!

Put your words upon a leaf, Print them with a moonbeam, Set the leaf upon the wind, To be read and repeated As song by birds at sunrise, And, I will listen with Other than my ears, Translating the notes Into "I love you's", Becoming a part of me, Never to be forgotten • Donovan Baldwin

The light paints what I wish to see, Morning amber glow washes Everything with a tint of gold, Nature becomes art, Even a modern suburban street Becomes momentarily A painting by Van Gogh, Or perhaps Lautrec. taken instantly by the light, I arrive in other places and times, Miles and centuries away. Suddenly, at the speed of light, I stand there on Parisian streets, And sometimes upon The surface of another world. • Donovan Baldwin

Please vote for Tammy's poem title "Poetry" by the little infinite poetry for life poetry contest sponsored by Ingram Spark. "Poetry" "Poetry" comes from deep within That is where the story begins "Poetry" is a form of art That touches your heart and soul right from the start Whether Spoken, Written or in a Song "Poetry" brings you in and takes you along written by Tammy Spears (copyright) Thank you for your support of ArtsKeeper artists!

Does a thought have a life after its birth? Can it travel in time from one mind to another across mountains and oceans and even farther? Some call it mental telepathy... I think it lives on indefinitely. What say you? ©️ Lorene Rogers 4-26-23

              JUST THINKIN’   My new shirt arrived today I hate it! It’s flat-out horrible with those ridiculous white pistachio nuts on a wine background! It doesn’t go with anything except my corduroy vest - the loden green one that’s too frickin’ hot to wear, for Pete’s sake - it’s like 90 degrees outside!   but – I got it on sale for six dollars…   Lorene Rogers ©      6-8-2023                   

I never knew is a short spoken word video set to moving images

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